Not Snakes On A Plane, but rather Tick In A Bag last night. I was getting ready to take a shower, had stripped down and then saw a black spot on my side. At first I thought that a new mole had popped up or something, then I realized what it was. It was a tick. A damn tick had followed me home from Cumberland Falls and decided to start feasting on me and crap. After a few failed match burning attempts, I got tweezers and yanked him out. I've never had a tick before, so I called my grandparents about what I should do and they gave me a number to call for a registered nurse hotline. So I called and they said I should bag up the tick and call the doctor this morning just to be on the safe side.
So I have a tick in a bag at work and I feel like an idiot carrying it around. DBF said he lived out in the country when he was a kid and would get 1-2 tick bites nearly every day and never had any problems. I'm not worried about it, but my grandmother freaks out over stuff like this, so I guess for her sake, I'll call the doctor and see if they want the tick or me to come in.
Anyways, that was my terribly exciting evening. I still took my nice bath after the tick was removed, and then I went to bed, feeling like my skin was crawling due to ticks :oP
Knit on...
1 comment:
Actually, depending on WHERE (geographically, not on your bod) you got the tick bite, seeing the doc is a good idea. Some areas have ticks w/some pretty bad stuff. My dad got a horrible case of relapsing fever many years ago, and the docs didn't figure it out until it finally ocurred to them to ask him if he'd been out of state. Turns out, he got it from a tick bite he got on a trail ride up in Oregon. Those kind of ticks don't live in California, so no one had thought of it.
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